The dragons still, deep out of space

the hostile black eyes stare dark as coal

A sharp, razor tail swoops around a box of emeralds

it’s jagged wing runs past you with no silence

It’s dirty teeth graze together as you have no notice

It’s blunt claws dig deep for silvery treasure

Delicate wings slowly fly up running free from hard, solid stone

It leaves a light fiery fire hot as a cooker

You are an apple leaving sweet and silk juice, waiting to be sucked by humans.